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Hell is Not Full Yet

Innocence is not something to steal

I am hurt but not broken

Unwanted feeling must not be awaken

The sound of fresh grass

Desires rustle along with the winds

Playing with great innocence

The sun rose in all its splendor

Clinging dew on grass melted like ice

Distant swaying crop looks gold

Dried leaves on branches

She wears pain like diamonds

Cut ethnic roots from claims of credibility

Hell is not full yet

The web of doubt was laid

Two souls ever met

©️Farhan Anjum

Art by Carl Scharwath

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